A father.

A FATHER.*

Invitation acknowledged from Honorable German Embassy,
Request was to visit Germany to know their culture and study.
The stay was for three months duration as expected to enforce,
Pass Port arranged and visa was accorded just in due course.

To and fro Air Ticket collected from Embassy as per advice,
For visiting a dream land I was excited extremely in rejoice.
Lufthansa took off Delhi with my hope and dream so high
A Flying Swan, a huge pretty bird merely floating on the sky.

After an eagerly wait of ten hours, safely landed Frank Fort,
I came out of the Air Port to rash ultimate destination abode.
An old gentleman, as if waiting for me only, invited in his car,
I too expected it from Honorable German Government at per.

The gentleman drove along and inquired me my destination,
I showed him the address card and he continued to drive on.
Merely he dropped me at my ultimate abode, my destination.
Surprisingly I requested his whereabouts and noble mission.

Who was he and why he picked up a stranger to his vital goal,
The gentleman simply smiled at me and humble to regale;
His own son of my age leaving in the other part of Germany,
A father of that part is doing alike with him as he did with me.

With paramount surprise I feebly uttered “But I am an Indian.”
The Father replied with kindness, “So what, you too are a son.”

****ARUN MAZUMDER*******